AN: So, a bit of a different take on the song Don't Forget, for Firelady101's Sony with a Chance story contest. Each chapter is going to have another verse, you'll have to bare with me, lol. Might be a little different, but I think it suits the concept nicely, though it is a little sad...

BTW, this isn't in any way connected to my other SWAC stories, new fic entirely :)

I hope you like it!

I took another deep breath and took my head out of my hands to sit up. My eyes hurt, I was starving, and after running a quick hand through my hair I knew that it was a greasy mess. If only the paparazzi could see me, I'm sure they'd have a field day.

I jumped at the sound of a closing door and despite how tired I was my head snapped around to look in the direction the noise had come from. A man in navy blue scrubs and a cap walked my direction and I stood hastily fiddling with my hands to qualm my nerves.

"Mr. Cooper," The man nodded chastely, and I felt my heart pounding in my chest. "We just finished, and they both made it through well." I exhaled in relief and realized that I had been holding my breath in anticipation. "But there was a point when we ran into some complications." That was when the doctor's emotionless façade broke, and I saw his eyebrows furrow in concern.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I snapped, crossing my arms securely across my chest and squeezing my eyes shut.

"It means that although the surgery went well, Sonny's body went through a lot of trauma and her body began shutting down, she's in a stable condition but comatose." I opened my eyes and ran a hand through my hair.

"So she's not going to wake up." I said blatantly, looking anywhere but the doctor's face; the gray and white tiles on the floor, the cream colored walls, stack of magazines on the waiting room table.

"Many people pull out of comas with minimal permanent damage and recover quickly." He said in a trained reassuring tone.

"That didn't answer my question."

"To be honest there isn't a sure fire way to predict when patients will wake up from a coma. But we have high expectations that you're wife will recover in a timely fashion." He said firmly but a little too chipper for my taste.

"Can I at least see her?" I asked and my voice cracked roughly mid-sentence.

"Of course," He said, and he turned to lead me down the long hall of patient rooms until we came to stop in front of a white door.

"Thanks." I croaked out, wishing that I could pull myself together before I opened the door. What would I find?

"Certainly. Oh, and Mr. Cooper?" He said as my hand hovered at the door knob. "Congratulations."


That was an hour ago, and now here I was, sitting in a hard plastic chair in a room that smelled strongly of sterilizers, feeling torn into pieces. I was thrilled, I was heart-broken. I was altogether a mess, wishing I could split myself directly down the middle; starting with my arms.

I was holding two hands; one was clammy and hooked onto heavy monitors that insistently beeped every half a second. The other belonged to the tiny child wrapped tightly and laying in the clear plastic bassinet sitting next to my chair. Both hands were shaking, one out of fear and the other out of pride that Sonny and I's newborn son was so beautiful.

"Right Bryce? You're absolutely perfect." I whispered at the sleeping form that was gripping my index finger. I turned my head to look at Sonny and felt my face drop. "You should see him," I said softly and taking in all of the tubes and bandages covering her pale body. "You really should."

But she couldn't. Not right now, and who knows when? Even if she were to open her eyes this instant, how would she react? She could not know who I was, or that we even had this stunning child together. I closed my eyes and saw her face as the ambulance medical team wheeled her through the hallway on a gurney, towards the doubled doored operating room.

"Chad," She said grimacing and holding my hand as I jogged to keep up with her. "I promise, everything is going to be okay. Just wait." She managed to pull a weak smile from somewhere within her before she was through the doors and out of my sight. All I had managed to answer her with was a slight nod before she had disappeared.

"Did you forget?" I whispered to her motionless form.

Did you forget
That I was even alive

"You promised me. And you better sure as hell not break it." I said in a mangled voice.

Did you forget
Everything we ever had

"I need you here." I said, right before I broke down and let lose the tears that had been building up in my system ever since we had arrived here earlier this afternoon. I was trembling, and silently letting my eyes blink out all of the pain that was clinging to my heart.

Did you forget
Did you forget
About me


AN: I know, a bit of a different kind of story for me to write! But I really enjoyed writing it, (it's completely written, chapters 1-8, all I have to do it post...) despite it's glum mood.

Cheers!

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